“I have a new bondage for you.” I am into bondage, well we both are. My husband is a tech freak. If you can think about it he can build it. Couple that to the fact his brother is a stunt man, well anything goes. So when he whispered that in my ear, Well I was more than willing. We went into the bedroom and he had my custom dive suit laid out. It’s not really a dive suit. But it is made out of the same material. It has booties and a built in corset that once you lace it up, you zip flaps over the laces. The hands are fingered so I have complete coverage from my neck to my toes. ...

They were coming and there was no way that he could get out of the way. Frank should have never stolen Adrianne’s essay about Driver Ants. At the time it was a good idea and it was a good paper. All he did was copy it put his name on it and give it to the teacher. Now he was going to learn first hand how they devour a larger mammal. ...

Authors notes: This story is entirely fiction and has no resemblance to any living persons or events. Feedback and comments can be sent to [email protected] Part 1 – The Spreader Dildo Rod. Marie looked at herself in the mirror. She didn’t consider herself ugly, but not a super model either. In her own opinion she was a fairly regular 26 years old Caucasian woman, 165 cm tall, about 60 kg, long dark-blond hair, chestnut brown eyes and firm 34C breasts. Although her weight might seem a bit much she had no signs of being overweight, rather the extra kilos came from her fitness. She exercised regularly and took good care of her body. ...

I slammed the door behind me, crossed the miniscule space of my dorm single, dropped my bookbag on the floor, and threw myself into bed. For a few seconds I just lay there on my back, then I grabbed my pillow, put it over my face, and let loose with a little primal scream therapy. Why did it have to be so difficult? When I first got to college, I remember noticing right away that the guys had changed. If you looked past the frat-boys, past the drunken binges every weekend, past the macho strutters, there were actually some fairly intelligent and eloquent men to be found on campus. After going to high school in La-La-Land with the surf-bums-and-beach-babes-in-training, it was refreshing to be able to have a halfway decent conversation with someone of the opposite gender. ...

I had read a story about a woman who bound herself including a hood that concealed her identity and then was carried helpless into a fetish club for anyone to use for the night. This really turned me on, it excited me to the point of bliss. You see, I know a couple who have a home out in the country and they converted their cellar into a fully equipped dungeon. They are known for their play parties that occur maybe once a quarter. With their help, I could be this woman and no one except them would know. ...

Tiffany and Ann were cleaning up their dorm room of the trash and other random objects that had fallen behind their furniture. They were doing the last clean up as they had rented a townhouse just off the school campuses. Now all that remained in their dorm room was the two beds. “There are a lot of good memories here, I think I’m going to miss this place.” Ann said. ...

My wife giggled uncontrollably the first time I told her. She told me I was being silly. Still the fantasy gnawed at the back of my mind. All I wanted was to be a pleasure toy for my wife, a doll of vinyl and plastic for her to use however she wanted. I mentioned off and on again over the next few months, and each time she would giggle and call me silly. She said she wanted me, not some toy. At least she loves me, I thought. ...

(please note that this story does not contain a death scene) Warden Jenkens sighed heavily, and once again consulted his watch. He thought this was a total waste of time, just a stalling tactic. But the judge had been positive: “Last requests should be honored, if its practicable. Theirs is. But take ’em to that boutique on Main Street – that’ll be close to the Public Square.” So here they were, himself, the Boutique owner, and the two – convicts. He had to admit they didn’t look much like condemned prisoners right now. The Boutique owner, an attractive, middle-aged woman, had done their makeup and hair. Cynthia, the bigger, more mature one, had gone for a flamboyant look: lots of eyeshadow and bright lipstick. Jacqui, the smaller, cuter one, had been more restrained. Still, the warden admitted, they both looked good. The Boutique owner had done their hair, also, but here the Warden had been firm: “Keep it off their necks.” Cynthia had hers in a wild display of curls, while Jacqui had a flip that would not interfere with the noose at all. ...

Marissa searched through the old bookstore, hoping she would find a marital guide. Her marriage was in shambles. She had just found out her husband Don had been cheating on her with his secretary. Marissa didn’t want to admit it, but secretly she knew she wasn’t as pretty as that slut. Marissa loved Don, and she didn’t want to believe he had married her a year ago just because she gave good head. ...

Mistress Marissa was quite pleased with her new, black rubber toy. A handsome, well-built young man had come in desiring to be subjugated by her. He had heard about the wonderful things she did with latex, and was prepared to become her rubber slave. He had no idea what she would do with him, though. She had him dress in her tightest male catsuit with penis sleeve. She pulled a black hood over his head that left only his mouth open. He stood motionless, feet slightly apart, and Marissa changed him. She pushed his black, latex arms into his sides, obliterating them, then erased his eyes , nose, and ears. She left his mouth open, and created latex lips and a tongue for her pleasures. Finally, she slipped a hollow, black rubber sleeve over his cock and melded it to his cock, adding three inches to its length and doubling its circumference. The boy had become the ultimate female pleasure toy. She absorbed enough life-energy to enslave him, but left enough to let him think only on how to best pleasure her, and had just walked him into her chambers beside the white latex mannequin. ...

Marissa was bored again. After a year of creating wonderful rubber and latex slaves out of people, she was bored of their mindless state. Every time she created something new, she had to absorb some of the victim’s life-energy to enslave them. That same process also robbed the victim of their will and creativity. She wanted someone who would willingly give herself (for Marissa had grown to like women more than men) to her to become a rubber slave, someone who she wouldn’t have to enslave, someone whose imagination could be set free to send her to new heights of pleasure. ...

Marissa had been living well on the insurance money brought by the supposed death of her husband Don. Only she knew he had become a fetish latex catsuit by her new, magical powers. She had set herself up as a mistress, catering to the latex fetish community in the city. Marissa had a vast collection of latex clothing, but only one living catsuit. She wanted more. There was a young, quiet couple who came infrequently but regularly to visit Mistress Marissa and indulge in their latex fetish. The young woman, Tammi, liked to dress as a latex mannequin and let her husband have his way with her, and the male, Carson, liked to become a white latex slave doll for his wife to use and peruse. Both fantasies were possible because of Marissa’s magic, and the two fit her plans perfectly. ...

You must’ve known the risk before you put it on. I told you ahead of time to check the suit to make sure it worked properly. It was one of those single-piece catsuit affairs. But it was special. It even had special heel boots molded into it, 8 inches of love just for you. It had a deep shiny red body and black flames for the arms and legs. It was stretchy too, just how you like it. Just to accommodate your most intimate parts. ...

John’s fantasies had been of bondage for almost as long as he could remember. Either being the master or the submissive both appealed to him and he didn’t know which he liked best. John’s wife Susan had played along with his wishes a number of times, but her interest was defiantly not as strong as his. She had tied John and spanked him as well as being bound an whipped a little her self. She had enjoyed reading his magazines while John stood with his arms tied over his head with a pink ass. She had dreamed that she was a slave girl being punished when she was tied in the same position. She had to admit that she actually enjoyed both. John loved their “play time” although he would have defiantly liked more. ...

It was just a little mistake. I had just gotten a little greedy. Who doesn’t once and a while? But the price I had had to pay for it hardly seemed fair. But I couldn’t really blame anyone but myself. I was down on all fours at the foot of my husband’s bed. An H-shaped steel frame held me with my forearms against the smooth carpet. Leather cuffs were locked to the frame at my wrists, elbows, knees, and ankles; so I wasn’t going anywhere. ...

Willoughby was thinking of not going. He had always been shy of girls. With a name like his, they always seemed to get round to eventually making fun of him. He had never got beyond the first date. Sex is right out of the question for him. If only he had the nerve. It was a matter of luck that he saw the dirty piece of paper in the street. He picked it up to throw it in the rubbish bin, but it puzzled him. He had to look at it. It was an advert for a singles bondage club. ...

(This story is purely fictional. No character in it relates to any real person. If you are disturbed by bondage or sexually explicit material please do NOT read on.) Jenifer had been into bondage since her early teens. In her childhood the damsel in distress scenes always caught her interest. Only later did she begin to understand why. At 20 she had never had the courage to trust anyone with her secret, but maturing in the late ’90s had the advantage of learning from another source. The internet. She learned about the world of self bondage and techniques to restrain herself. Starting off simple with scarves and a pair handcuffs she purchased at a joke shop, then when she went to college she was able to expand her collection to include gags, vibrators and more restraints. A small collection, but she was a student with a small budget. ...

(OLGA) The End of Human Kind. This story is fantasy and is in no way intended to be real. Part- 1 Beginning of the End In the never-ending human struggle to better ourselves, it would be our own creations that would ultimately destroy us. A secret research lab lies under the vast Arizona desert where many of today’s technological marvels and electronics were born. Natalie Harris a young 29-year female engineer with advanced degrees from MIT in robotics and artificial intelligence makes here way to her research lab in the early morning of 6:00 AM as she has done for the last three years for Zyco Corp. ...

When Solene found herself lying on a table, her body wrapped head to toe in bandages, and her eyes about to be wrapped over… that was when she really began to panic. Considering what was coming for her, it was to be expected. After all, being buried alive would be enough to ruin anyone’s day. For Solene, it was no different. To an observer, the question would no doubt be why she was being wrapped up head to toe in body wrappings similar to that of ancient Egyptian mummies. ...

Monica looked through her day planner as she sat at the kitchen table waiting for her common law husband Tony to come back from the errands he had left earlier to take care of. The brunette stopped leafing through her notebook when she came upon the date she had marked as being the time for the annual Fetish Ball, a well known event where people dressed in outrageous outfits from every odd interest and kink known. Men and women would routinely show up dressed in latex and leather outfits that looked to be straight out of a BDSM scene. For all the participants, it was great fun to show their passion for a particular kink by arriving in costumes that normally would get them arrested in public for indecency. ...